Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
He reached for his wineglass. “Cody has a brother named Cord?”
“Nephew,” I said. “Cody is the youngest of, like, six. Cord is one of ten nieces and nephews, but he’s definitely Cody’s favorite. He’ll be bragging about him for weeks now. I’d put money on it.”
“He a football player?” Kincaid began. Then he quickly shook his head. “You know what, I don’t give a shit about football. Tell me about Will.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and piercing me with a stare. “Actually, I don’t give a shit about him either. Take your clothes off.”
My heart thundered, and my breathing shallowed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He tilted his head toward his bedroom. “In there. Let’s go.”
I loved the gruff quality of his voice, the way he didn’t make the words pretty or soft for me. I was here for sex, and there was no need to pretend otherwise.
And I wanted it so fucking badly.
I took a large gulp of wine as I moved toward the bedroom. When I entered his space, I quickly set the glass down and kicked off my shoes. There was already a wet spot on the front of my clean underwear, and I knew he’d be able to see it unless I was quick about taking off my pants.
“Stop.”
I glanced up. Kincaid was leaning lazily against the edge of his doorframe with the wineglass against his lips.
“You wanted lessons, Marian. And tonight’s lesson is about making it last.”
I bit back a groan. “I think tonight’s lesson should be about quickies.”
His rumbled laugh made me grin. “That right? You feeling some kind of way right now?”
I ran a hand over the cock strangled in my own jeans and nodded. Kincaid’s eyes darkened.
“Seduction is like building a fire, Alex,” he began. “Start with the kindling.”
While I was a virgin, I wasn’t an idiot.
“Hm. Like this?” I asked, pulling up my shirt slowly, swaying my hips languidly, and turning in a circle.
When my back was to him, I pulled my shirt the rest of the way off and blew out a breath to let the waistband of my jeans fall lower on my hips.
“Mm.” His voice took on a delicious grumble. “That’ll do just fine.”
I pressed my hand to the center of my chest and continued spinning, dragging my fingers down my stomach slow enough to make my nipples harden. Kincaid’s eyes were riveted.
Instead of opening my jeans, I tucked my fingertips inside and closed my eyes, feeling the gentle tease of my own fingers against the head of my aching cock.
“That’s cruel,” Kincaid said, a smile clear in his voice.
“It’s not cruel. It’s tinder.”
“Light the match, Firebug.”
I flicked open my jeans and drew down the zipper slowly, using my other hand to pull the fabric open so he could see the guilty wet spot on the cotton of my shorts.
“Oh fuck yes,” he breathed. “Show me more, Marian.”
I put my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and wiggled my hips, lowering the jeans down to mid-thigh so he could see how hard I already was.
My stomach dipped and looped with nerves. I’d never done any of this with another person. I hadn’t even gotten naked around other guys for things like sports or sleepovers or whatever. My dads were militant about teaching us that our bodies were our own growing up, and somehow, that translated into my being an intensely private person when it came to modesty.
But I was discovering that putting that hungry look on Judd Kincaid’s face was worth any discomfort.
I turned around again and bent forward a little, shaking my ass again as I pushed my jeans down to the floor. Suddenly, warm hands were on my hips.
“Just like that. Stay bent over and let me look at you.”
Oxygen sawed in and out of my lungs, and my cock continued leaking. Judd moved one of his hands to draw soft fingertips down my spine and into the top of my crack, pushing the elastic band of my underwear down a little. “Look at you,” he breathed. “So fucking sexy. You have no idea how much I want to get inside you right now.”
He moved closer until his erection pressed against my ass, slipping immediately into the cleft between my ass cheeks and thrusting gently up and down.
I let out a noise.
Judd leaned over me until his hot breath seared the back of my neck. “You want my cock, Firebug?” The words were low, but they were strong enough to make my skin prickle and my balls tighten.
I turned my face toward his and felt his stubble scrape my ear and cheek. “Please.”
His hand came up to clasp my face and hold it where he wanted it while his lips devoured mine. We kissed long enough for him to maneuver me until I was sprawled back on his bed underneath him in nothing but my underwear while he was still fully clothed.